The man's face sank, and he pulled a paw into Xia Ze's waist and abdomen.

Just as Xia Ze was about to be disemboweled, a slightly old hand intercepted the man's attack halfway.

As soon as the man looked up, he was wearing a red deity mask.

"Oh? Who are you? The man asked.

The man didn't say anything, but with a force on his hand, the five fingers of the man's big black hand were all twisted off.

He grabbed the peach on the ground and Xia Ze, who was no longer able to fight, and retreated more than thirty steps in a row, under a bright moon, wisps of pure moonlight converged into the Tanzhong acupoint of the comer, and the man stroked his long beard and was silent.

"Grandpa Song?" Xia Ze asked.

The man was indifferent, and could only barely guess that it was Song Xi by his body shape and clothes.

Song Xi faced the man of the Nine Demon Sect, accompanied by silky moonlight pouring into his body, his cloudy eyes were covered with a layer of moonlight, and he slowly closed his eyes.

In front of Song Xi, a text written in his own blood spontaneously combusted without fire, and white debris rose.

Song Hee sighed and took off his mask, not like his original voice, but like a strange man living in his body.

"Marshal of the Demon is here! Don't you bow down? A whirlwind centered on him, sweeping away the dust and filth around him.

"Old man Song, this is using the technique of supporting the beggars, and the Three Realms Demon Emperor Shenwei Yuan Zhen Tianzun Guan Shengdi Jun has arrived!" Someone in the crowd suddenly realized.

"Emperor Guan has arrived!"

In the valley, people kowtow like pounding garlic, and the disciples of Zhenwu Mountain are the most devout. Zhenwu Mountain enshrines the Zhenwu Demon Patriarch as the ancestor of the mountain gate, and the Emperor Guan Shenwei Three Realms Subdued the Demon Emperor, kills all evils, and sweeps all the grievances, which coincides with the teachings preached by the Zhenwu Emperor.

The god on Song Xi's body seemed to be very useful, majestic under the moonlight.

Xia Zeqiang couldn't bear to roll his eyes, just now, an inexplicable thought surged in his heart, telling himself to kowtow and kowtow quickly, he didn't care, he just thought he was kowtowing to Old Man Song.

But in the blink of an eye, Mu Tao fell asleep due to detachment in his arms, and he actually fluttered up, and was about to kowtow to Emperor Guan, if it wasn't for Xia Ze's protection, he would have to knock his head on a sharp stone.

The man looked at his right hand, the severed finger that had been twisted and twisted, as if he was immersed in shock.

"I didn't expect that where this bird doesn't, there are also capable people who can help the arts, it's a bit interesting!"

He smiled coldly, stomped on the ground, and in a blink of an eye, he had already killed Song Xi, probed the sea with a double dragon, and pulled Song Xi's neck.

"He is small, dare to be presumptuous in front of this seat!" Song Xi shouted angrily, used a tiger head fist, blocked the blow, and then quickly gathered his strength and smashed the door in front of the man.

The latter reacted very quickly, tilted his head slightly, and this punch failed to hit the door, but punched the bridge of the man's nose crookedly.

The man wiped the gurgling blood from his nostrils, did not cry out for mercy due to the pain, and the smile on his face deepened.

He stood firmly in place, waiting for Emperor Guan to strike first.

"The believers present can have weapons in their hands and use them for a certain purpose." Song Xi turned his head to the crowd and asked.

Song Yuanqiao, the chief disciple of Zhenwu Mountain, heard Emperor Guan's words, and said happily: "The iron in the hands of my disciples can be used by Emperor Guan, it is really a blessing for three lives, and I feel very happy. ”

Dozens of Heavenly Master swords that flickered with cold light rose from the ground and suddenly flew to Emperor Guan's side, constantly flying around him, setting off a violent wind.

Emperor Guan squinted his eyes and didn't grab any of the Heavenly Master Swords that were spinning around him.

"The power of incense is strong, I think it comes from the temple Taoist incense heyday, and the sword holder is a person who cultivates Qingxiu, although it is mortal iron, it is okay."

Emperor Guan was depressed for a while, among so many people, there was no one who made a knife, who didn't know before his death, he had a green dragon glaive saw, and he killed three points of the land, who saw him and was terrified.

After that, ten more swords, guns, axes and axes flew in, mostly from those chivalrous Ye Xiu who fought righteously and survived by luck, and the rest of the sects were all watching, thinking that they couldn't touch the temper of the upper body immortal, and they were afraid that he would not pay it back.

A golden light flashed, Emperor Guan was a little surprised, the long sword in front of him was all red, and on the sword body, the rich fire spirit was almost gushing out.

"Guan thanked me." Song Xi, or Emperor Guan, stomped his feet slightly, the golden light stretched out on the ground, and a mighty red horse that was two people tall jumped out, roared, and raised his head high.

Emperor Guan turned over on his horse, grabbed the Eight Desolation Sword from the Fire, and opened his eyes slightly.

As the old saying goes: When Emperor Guan opens his eyes, he will kill.

Emperor Guan slapped his horse and killed, the yellow-haired man didn't dare to slack off, pinched the trick with one hand, and in an instant, he actually divided into three identical figures, killing Emperor Guan from three directions.

"Go!" Emperor Guan pointed with one hand, and there were twelve long swords on his side dragging a long aura tail, killing the man somewhere.

Twelve blades of swords slashed the man's figure to pieces.

Another figure jumped into the sky above Emperor Guan, opened his mouth, and spit out a cold breath.

Emperor Guan snorted coldly, and twenty swords, spears, and axes on the other side poured out of the nest, shattering the cold air, and then falling to the ground with a clang.

Immediately, the Eight Desolate Swords of Fire in his hand slashed out, and the rich fire spirit, clinging to the fierce sword qi, turned into raging fire in an instant.

The crescent-shaped flame sword qi crossed in front of the man's clone, slashing him with a sword.

The residual sword qi fell on the man's palm, and the aura that had been accumulated in the qi mansion for a long time was blasted out, and he retreated dozens of steps in a row before he could barely stabilize his body, and then looked at the palm, his flesh and blood were blurred.

Even in such a situation, the yellow-haired man still did not change his face, waiting for that cold smile, which is why Xia Ze felt very troublesome.

The weapons borrowed by the people present at the same time, except for the Eight Desolation Sword, flew back to the original owner, and not only that, but also covered with a layer of brilliance like jade.

The disciples of Zhenwu Mountain called Emperor Guan Shengming and knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

After practicing all year round, I naturally understand that this is through the hands of the immortals, and the weapon seems to have been blessed by the immortals, and it has a certain overwhelming effect on evil things.

On the contrary, the other sects that did not lend their weapons had to hold the face of that first-class sect, so they did not beat their chests and slap their feet, crying out regret.

Emperor Guan stabbed the man in the arm again, and just as he was about to take advantage of the momentum and slash off his head, the man slid backwards and pulled away.

"How long are you going to load? Old man Guan, even if you can hold on, what about this ordinary man, can you really ignore it? ”

The yellow-haired man shook the blood stains on his body, except for the heavier sword wound on his body, the rest of the injuries had healed, and after this fight, the damage to him was minimal.

Emperor Guan sighed in his heart, if he appeared with a golden body incense, it would be okay to kill this demon, but now he is staying on this old man in the armor, and what is consumed is his own longevity, and the whole body magic cultivation is not one out of ten.

If you really ignore it, I'm afraid that this war will end, not to mention whether you can kill this person, and the death of this mortal is a sure thing.

Under Emperor Guan, the red horse dissipated, and in his eyes, the divine will was dispersed, replaced by the tiredness of the old man's face, and the undulating chest.

In this moment's effort, Emperor Guan's divine light lit up in Song Xi's eyes again, and the old man shouted angrily, taking advantage of the man's vigilance, he attached the remaining Emperor Guan's divine will to the sword and threw it out.

The man sneered, let the sword intent sink three inches into his chest, and then he couldn't sink half a point anymore, held the hilt of the sword with his backhand, and pulled it out.

"Emperor Guan, also engaged in this kind of sneak attack?"

This time, the divine will of Emperor Guan in Song Xi's eyes, accompanied by a helpless sigh, completely dissipated, and Song Xi sat helplessly on the ground, long without the battle intent just now.

"I, Song Xi, was defeated, I am convinced of this, I only ask you to have a large number of innocent people, you can let go of this group of innocent people, the old man is in charge, you take this demon pill, and give it to you together with the old man's life." The old man was so angry that he almost pleaded.

The man smiled, came to the old man, and stepped on the old man's head: "Old man, what you say is really interesting, how much is your life worth?" If you don't have someone like you, kowtow a few times first, and kowtow until I'm satisfied, maybe I'll be gracious. ”

"Okay, please keep your promise...... the old man really slammed his head on the ground.

"Use some force." The man said.

The old man really used a little force, and blood was dripping on his forehead.

The headhunters present were all gritting their teeth, and those with strong blood and qi almost stepped forward to fight hard.

"Don't come here!" The old man shouted.

In the distance, Xia Ze's body was covered with a faint white light veil, and the sleeved robe he wore when he fought with Yan Song in Yunxi Town loomed.

His guess was right, the beggar really left his own godhead on him, but his current cultivation is too low, and he can't put it away freely, once he uses his godhead, it will be a great loss to himself.

It means that the kind old man, the god, has left this world forever after that night.

His eyes were empty, and when he raised his hands, his big sleeves fluttered, like a god.

The Eight Desolation Sword of Separation from Fire was inspired, and it disappeared in a flash in the man's hand, returning to Xia Ze's hand, standing with the sword, and his whole body was suppressed by him at the lowest place, and it was going to burst out in one breath, and one sword decided the victory.

"I advise you not to hand over this sword." The man looked contemptuous and held out three fingers.

"First, although I am suppressed by the rules of heaven and earth, compared to a small ant like you, I am still more than enough."

"Second, it is impossible for your sword to completely kill me, not even the slightest possibility."

"In the end, if you can't kill me, then everyone here today, including you, this old man, and that girl, will all have to die."

"What if you add me?" A handsome man in white quietly appeared behind Xia Ze.

"Who are you?" The yellow-haired man was interested.

The man in white smiled slightly: "This land, but it won't be anymore soon, give me a face." ”

"What kind of face, so big? A city god? The yellow-haired man was happy.

"Is the face of the five mountains of the emperor's enshrinement enough?"